Swing chains squeak
like unoiled screen door hinges

with each push, I get closer
to touching clouds.

Once I’ve achieved maximum
momentum, I prepare to launch

into the stratosphere
everything slows down;

I feel the heaviness of each heartbeat;
the impending weightlessness of my body

I catch a glimpse of the proud smile
decorating your face;

your mouth wording inaudible sounds,
I close my eyes and take flight.

Cool breezes engulf me like a 50-degree inferno;
an aerodynamic adolescent worthy of a comic book cover.

Once comfortable soaring, I open my eyes
my face is about to Double Dare a tree;

I wake up and my nose starts bleeding.